[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

After several months of ultra-long-distance and stress-free onlookers, the active captain of the Fifth Division is increasingly evolving towards a hulking and hulking direction, which is particularly embarrassing for a subject. Moonlight finished the seventh can of beer, squeezed the thin metal product in his hand, and said the first sentence of the night. He held the short cannon aside and pointed at a dark hole in his chest not far away, but was caught by a strange Filled with white unknown substance, the hands that were alienated into knives even cross-racially displayed the double sword slashing technique of the god of death in the confrontation. There are dark wounds on the body."

"Hey? Who can hurt Lan Ran?" In the camera, Niutou Daxu raised his knife (hand) and slashed Huashan with majestic force. Because of an untimely flick of his finger, it was completely blurred into a mass of indistinguishable colors on the film. Beautiful, Urahara profiteer who is personally verifying the second half of the sentence that DOTA ruins a life, and the third generation of photography is poor, helped the brim of his hat that was squeezed slightly crooked by the viewfinder, gave up making persistent efforts and continued to collect materials, "That big empty spirit The pressure is very strange, completely different from all the samples I have come into contact with before, and Aizan himself is very concerned about it..." The light-colored eyes glanced at the abrupt and incomplete corner of the full moon behind the shadow cast by the brim of the hat, The black hem fluttering in the wind under the silvery moonlight is like the wings of crows stretching in the night. The moment he blends into the night, it makes people feel that he himself is the sky and the sky at midnight, everywhere, covering the sun and the sky.No matter how much he despises the enemy strategically, the store manager Urahara, who still attaches great importance to the enemy tactically, has to admit from the bottom of his heart. Very awesome style, "Every time you hunt the god of death, he will definitely appear."

"You asked me two questions in one breath, which one do you want me to answer?" Pingzi placed the squashed metal cans at his feet to form the Big Dipper, and pulled out the eighth can tonight from the box on the other side. Knocking on the button-sized portable communication device that was folded back in the collar, the light gray eyes overlooking the sky from under the golden bangs were peaceful and quiet, as if a treacherous mountain rain was brewing. Prelude.From the beginning to the end, his eyes were firmly locked on the former adjutant who was condescending in mid-air and looked down coldly. However, such a passionate and almost explicit pursuit never aroused the vigilance of the other party's keen senses.

"Of course I want both." From the unobtrusive wires hidden in the dazzling blond hair behind the ear came the sly and slick low smile of the profiteer in this world, "Senior Pingzi's tone is that he is sure about these two issues Well. Oh, speaking of it, can Hirako-senpai judge Aizen's specific injury?"

"You are simply more greedy than Soyousuke. There are as many questions as a set of [-] whys." The question was upgraded from two to three, Hirako grinned dissatisfiedly, and scratched the back of his head with a smirk. The so-called Martian language for a whole class, the former captain of the twelfth division, the first-generation director of the Technology Development Bureau, who killed the most diligent and inquisitive students, is now a down-and-out store manager who has been exiled for life and fled to the world, or as a villain who suffers from a boss. The common disease of the cure is chatter, buy one and get one free, plus a slight preaching addiction. Every month, there are a few days of high spirits to go to Mao’s big garden to act as a flower picker in the disguise of a gardener. It seems that the black-rimmed glasses are the good gentleman of the ontology. The former captain who has always skipped classes and skipped more tricks than the students is really not very enthusiastic about preaching and teaching, especially if the person who is good at being a teacher is not a good teacher. When I first fell in love with my lover.

Carefully avoiding the sight of the surveillance, Kisuke Urahara stuffed all the equipment into the Tianci military uniform produced by the Fansifengin family, but did not put the family emblem on the pocket, nestled in a dark corner of the building and whispered: "From Aizen's dark wound let's start."

"Do you still remember the news from Fukawa Hideaki a few days ago?" Hirako's Kansai accent came from the other end of the communication, straight to the point. I don't know whether it is the arrogant or sharp personality that keeps the blond man from spending any extra money. He made a fuss to make things difficult for his audience, and he gave his answer after a short pause, "About three months ago, Hideaki Fukawa suddenly relapsed from his old illness, and he has been resting in bed in the mansion. Not long after Gu Yuejie disappeared, And that guy Matsushima Zero has been gone for almost three months, right?"

"You don't mean...these are all made by Zero Do-san?" Kisuke Urahara unconsciously touched his ear and then painted a layer of metal wire with a light-colored paint that is close to the color of his hair, "If he has this This level of strength, so isn’t everything he does too strange? And... I have analyzed Ling Dusang’s physical characteristics, and he is an out-and-out whole from every angle.”

"If he was a whole body, there would have been as many captains as dogs in the soul world, and the freaks would have gone all over the place." Pingzi pursed his lips, as if he was hesitating whether to continue, "The whole soul world, if it is true If you get to that point, besides Yuan Zhibifang, he is the only one who is qualified to confront Hideaki Fukawa head-on."

"You mean..." The profiteer Urahara restrained his speculative and slippery tone, and said in a solemn tone, "Zero Do-san is very strong, not in the ordinary sense, but of that type?"

"If you want to make an analogy, it's probably equivalent to Soyousuke in that type, right? Of course, in a head-to-head confrontation, you can only be crushed by Soyousuke. It's hard to say whether you can leave the whole body. But once you can take the lead Maybe the situation is completely reversed." Hirako grinned, "I've always thought Soyousuke's way of walking looked familiar, and I just confirmed that he had an injury on his waist. The wound made by Matsushima Zero Degree is very difficult. Healed up, the injury in that kind of place can still pretend to be nothing, I almost lost sight of it, Soyousuke's acting skills are really proficient and getting more and more BT."

Urahara profiteers are so natural that they almost ask what is familiar. Fortunately, even today, unscrupulous profiteers only have one attribute—natural black, and they quickly realized that the connotation of this question is very pornographic and violent. , the tip of the tongue rolled, and the subject changed, he began to divert his thoughts and digress: "Then about that Xu, listening to their conversation, it seems to be called Xu Bai, what's going on?"

"That is a spirit body made up of the souls of several gods of death." I don't know if it is the illusion of the profiteer Urahara. The emotional intelligence criticized by others is trustworthy, so Urahara Kisuke thinks that unusual mood swings should be called nostalgia, "...to a certain extent, it is the same as me before the blur."

"What——" After the words fell, Kisuke Urahara turned pale with shock and lost his face It can hide the face of the boss quite head-to-head with the blue boss who hides his power and bides his time.

"Don't worry, I'm not this kind of mixed platter. Compared with Hara Zhibifang's craftsmanship, Soyousuke's technique is as clumsy as a joke." The sound of jaw rubbing against fabric came from radio waves Kisuke Urahara reflexively pictured in his head the contemptuous and proud smile on the lips of the blond man shaking his head under the moonlight, "However, Reiatsu is more inclined to void than death... I am indeed a non-professional. "

"Did you find anything?"

"No, I just thought of another thing suddenly. How long has it been since I saw a living Quincy with my own eyes?" The unrestrained retrograde path was amazing, and his thinking jumped to an irrelevant issue.

The only thing Urahara profiteers can do is to digress along with the unreliable blond man's unreliable train of thought with his face full of black lines: "Just last week, you threw yourself into the arms of a pure-blooded Quincy named Masaki Kurosaki. My first love..."

"Huh? Such a thing happened, it really is a distressing thing to have too many first loves to remember~~"——The distress of showing off this kind of playboy in front of a bad man who has to stick to one's death is really true man?Sister Pingzi.

"Senior Pingzi, you..."

"Xiao Xisuke, what kind of future will you have if the child born of the pure-blooded Quincy and the powerful Shinigami possesses the power of Hollow at the same time?"

"The probability of this is really too small, and with such a complicated bloodline, I don't think anyone can predict how far that child will grow?"

"Is that so?"—But I know, Kisuke.He will become the savior, but even the savior cannot save the crumbling world from under the iron hooves of hell.